What Makes Her Wet?

What made her wet?  She had to admit it was a good question.  There had been things in the past that put her in the mood, though some of them were outside the bounds now.  Trying to concentrate on the subject wasn’t working, her mind wandered off the subject too easily.  Maybe she could get some good ideas at the bookstore.  Pulling into the turning lane she could see the Christmas lights at the Barnes & Noble and glancing at her watch she confirmed she had time to browse awhile.

She purchased her favorite latte at the Starbucks and then went straight to the isle she and he had perused the last time.  After reading the chapter listing and a page or two from a number of books she selected one with a full chapter of stories about heterosexual couples.  Finding a comfortable chair she settled down and began the first story.  Within a sentence or two it was obvious the language wasn’t her style and she moved on.  It was the fourth story before she found what she was looking for, an island vacation scenario about a couple celebrating their 20th anniversary.

It began,

My husband and I had just arrived in Kauai following a day of rest in Honolulu after our flight from the mainland.  It was early and the airport was sparsely populated as we stood in line waiting for our rental car.  Jack had picked out a simple cotton sun dress for me to wear and he was now caressing my back and nuzzling my neck as the young man asked all the appropriate questions regarding insurance, fuel, return time, etc.  I was enjoying the cool breezes brushing the fabric across my legs and it occurred to me that the young man behind the counter was stealing glances at my breasts.  I looked down and was slightly shocked to see how hard my nipples were against the thin fabric.  The slight movement from the wind and the coolness had turned my normally enormous soft peaks into finger tip sized buds surrounded with rippled, walnut colored rings.  I instinctively turned aside which placed Jack’s hand firmly against the bared side of my breast peaking from behind the halter-topped dress.  Jack made no effort to move and as no one could see I just enjoyed the warmth of his palm.

Once in the jeep and headed towards our Oceanside bungalow, Jack pulled me close on the bench seat and put his hand on my thigh high up towards my crotch.  I slid down the seat a bit and let my legs fall open just enough so the side of his hand was resting against my outer lips.  Through the dress I could feel him ever so slightly rocking his hand against me causing an unmistakable wetness to develop.  It had been over six weeks since I had been with Jack.  He had business in England and I had been house sitting for some friends on St. George’s Island.  The time had been wonderful and the house was angled away from the others so I was able to spend most of my time sunbathing nude by the private pool.  Being so evenly bronzed with naturally lightened hair and one week after my last period I don’t know that I could have been more ready for having my husband’s hands and mouth all over me and his generously sized maleness buried in me.

I reached across and rubbed the long lump running down the inside of his right thigh and was rewarded with a low groan and an increased thickening of what was already enough volume to fill me up.  Jack moved his arm up around my neck and let his hand fall into my dress top.  It was hopeless to keep from gasping and groaning as he began to gently circle my nipple.  He has always had such a way with my nipples, just the right amount of pressure, friction, and pinching.  There are times it drives me nearly insane if I can’t get him to get on with some genital attention after pushing me to the edge kissing my mouth and breasts.  I was beginning to rhythmically grind my hips and told Jack I wasn’t sure I could make it to the bungalow.  Much to my dismay he said, “okay” and then stopped what he was doing.

I untied the strap behind my neck and let the top fall to my waist as I continued to rub Jack’s erection and pulled his hand back to my nipple.  He smiled and resumed his playful toying while I slipped my hand under his shirt and began tugging at his nipple.  Jack has the most erotically sensitive nipples of any man I have ever known and his groaning confirmed his ache for me was strong.  We had reached our turn and left the paved road and the rough gravel was causing a wonderful bouncing that continued to drag Jack’s eyes from the road.  I wiggled out of the dress and beamed at Jack’s gasp as he took in my entire length and was forced to do some wiggling of his own to relieve the strain of his now taunt shorts.

Jack brought the jeep to a stop about thirty feet back from the edge of the cliff and just in line with the side door of the bungalow.  Without hesitation I climbed out and strolled totally naked to the cliff’s edge to take in the view and was once again overwhelmed with the beauty of the island.  The beach below was deserted and I immediately knew what I wanted to do next.  Jack was standing still and taking me in when I turned and told him I wanted to go to the beach.  He didn’t argue.  In a couple of quick trips he had thrown the luggage in the bungalow, stripped to his sunglasses, and was turning the jeep around as I climbed in.  I lay with my back to the door and pulled his hand between my spread legs pressing it against my mound.  Jack responded by dipping his thumb between my drenched lips to lubricate it and then began making firm little circles around my button.  I pulled and pinched at my nipples and not so quietly groaned as the first sensations of his magical fingers pushed me far too close to the edge and I was forced to pull away.  I lay forward towards him and took his flagpole erection in my mouth and sucked greedily.  Jack grabbed me by the hair and pulled me back to keep from ending our encounter before we made it to the beach.

We were able to drive right down to the edge of the sand and I was out and sprinting towards the surf with Jack and his now gigantic erection in hot pursuit.  I charged into the swells and floated for a moment cooling myself and enjoying Jack’s lusty stares.  He strolled to the foot of the cliff and cooled his head under a small freshwater falls.  I was feeling refreshed from my short dip and climbed up the sand to join him in the falls.  I allowed him to rinse me with his hands and then I pulled him out into the sunshine, lay down on my back, and guided his head down to my waiting mouth.  I had been dreaming of this moment for weeks and his kisses were just as wonderful as I remembered.  He was such a good kisser and we hungrily took each other in.

I really wanted to keep kissing but my nipples were screaming to be licked, sucked, and bitten.  I pushed down on Jack’s shoulders and grabbed one of my breasts and shoved my now shriveled nipple into his mouth.  I just about came.  One of these days that magic mouth of his is going to bring me to orgasm without ever getting south of my chest.  It was impossible to keep from grinding myself into him as he pinched one with his fingers and delivered his expert oral attention to the other.  Occasionally his thickness would find its way between my folds and I would let out a small scream as his head touched my button.

This couldn’t go on much longer and me keep my sanity.  With an urgency that had been building for six long weeks I grabbed Jack by the hair of his head and pushed him down further telling him to lick me now.  His groans of satisfaction told me he had missed my warm juices as much as my button had missed his tongue.  I pushed him down harder when he tried to stop to nuzzle my stomach and navel.  Simultaneously his hand found my hardened nipple and his tongue took its first long drag between my labia and my screams were becoming not so small anymore.  I’m sure I knew there was a remote possibility someone could be watching us but as hard as I tried I just couldn’t care right now.

I begged him to pinch harder as the circles he was making with his tongue began to push me towards that point of no return for which I had been longing.  The pressure and friction on my clitoris was explosive and the occasional hard pinch on my nipple shot waves of orgasmic triggers through my entire body.  Jack was making those hungry sounds with which I was so familiar.  If this man loved anything, giving me this kind of pleasure was at the top of the list.  This was his God given skill.  One he was willing to demonstrate at my slightest suggestion any time, anywhere.  There are women, I am sure, who know this kind of ecstasy but surely we are few, and far between.

Oh my, oh my, it was starting.  The waves began in my toes and rippled up my legs causing involuntary jerking, which led to Jack’s increased speed and pressure as I began a low guttural moan.  His fingers found the edges of my, now eraser hard, nipple and squeezed at the same moment the undulations reached my pelvis and the explosions began to rock my entire body causing a near blackout level of euphoria.  I felt my butt begin to slam rhythmically into the sand as the heat rose in my belly and my stomach muscles clinched uncontrollably.  Every muscle in my body fired and the internal scream, which had been building, found voice and the rocks echoed with the orgasm driven vibrations of my vocal chords, long since ripped from my conscious control.

I was pulling away from his tongue even as he relented with his fingers and left me to curl into the fetal position most conducive to my post orgasmic savoring of the retreating waves.  Jack lay down next to me and slowly rubbed my back and neck and within minutes I was sound asleep.

I awoke quite suddenly and realized the sun had moved far enough in its arc that the cliff was now throwing its shade across us and the cool ocean breezes were now sending a slight chill through me.  I rolled and looked back at Jack, who had also drifted off.  He had rolled onto his back and was fully exposed.  Jack has a beautiful penis to me.  Being circumcised means his head is always visible and he keeps his hair trimmed neatly for me.  He had grown soft as we slept but it was still thick and hung long between his legs.  I knelt in the sand and slipped the entire length into my mouth and began sucking its length as I cupped his soft testicles with my hand.  Jack’s balls are just huge.  Only the finest blond hair covers them and the skin is incredibly soft and supple.  I moved from suckling his lengthening penis and gently took one half of the sack and its occupant into my mouth rolling my tongue around it the way he had shown me so many years ago.

As Jack began stirring I slid my hand up us chest and began circling one of his nipples.  It was almost instantly hard and I began to pinch it more roughly.  I moved back up to his abdomen and, dipping my head sideways, I scooped up his fully engorged plum and took all I possibly could into my mouth while massaging his lubricated balls with my other hand.  Jack was now fully awake and I could feel his hand on the back of my head.  It’s taken many years to reach the level of comfort I have while sucking my husband.  I know he would love to shove my head down his entire length but in all our 26 years of marriage he has never once forced me in any way.  The tightening of his sack let me know that if I kept it up just a few more strokes would push him beyond the point of no return.

On my way to his mouth I stopped to bite his nipple and couldn’t help but grin when he let out an erotic groan as I pushed him to the edge of pain.  I kissed him deeply and told him I was ready to feel his fullness inside me.  Jack rolled me onto my back and began rubbing the front of his erection between my labia bringing me back to wetness.  After a few strokes he slid his entire length into me in one long push and I groaned in pleasure.  My favorite part of intercourse is this first plunge.  I just love the feeling of being filled by him and watching the look of pure ecstasy on his face as he buries himself to the hilt.  Jack began long deep strokes enjoying what was sure to be a short run due to his long fast and the hours of anticipation he had enjoyed.  Sure enough, in just a few seconds his head whipped back and he let out a very load roar as he began pumping weeks worth of pent up sex into me.  This is exactly what I wanted.  I wasn’t after another orgasm; I was after the look I had just seen on his face and the shuddering I was feeling throughout his body.  Excellent way to start a vacation.

Yes, this is definitely what makes her wet.  She notes the title, picks up her purse, and holding her jacket in front of the dark patch in her crotch made her way back to her car.  If he was home he was going to love what walked in the door, of that, she was sure.

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